Saturday Night Romance…

Romance can be tricky. A wrong move early on and you can get sent to the locker room. The dolls are eager to chime in on what they do and don’t like. Good news for all–it’s as varied as eye color and snowflakes.

Some of the girls claim it’s where he takes her, what he does to show his affection. For others it’s money. The truth hurts. For others it’s a particular body part—eyes, butts, chests, and hair. It runs the gamut. And then there are the girls for whom it’s words. It’s what he says. If he can form beautiful sentences, and says the right things—all bets are off.

So before, you head out for a Saturday night of romance with your sweetie, take in some of the sweetest sentiments ever put to paper. You’re welcome.

“She wasn’t doing a thing that I could see, except standing there leaning on the balcony railing, holding the universe together.” –JD Salinger, “A Girl I Knew.”

“I’m scared of walking out of this room and never feeling the rest of my life the way I feel when I’m with you.” –Baby, Dirty Dancing.

“He stepped down, trying not to look long at her, as if she were the sun, yet he saw her, like the sun, even without looking. –Leo Tolstoy, Anna Karenina

“For now let me say—without hope or agenda—just because it’s Christmas and at Christmas you tell the truth—to me, you are perfect.” –Mark, Love Actually.

“My affections and wishes have not changed, but one word from you will silence me forever. If, however, your feelings have changed, I will have to tell you: you have bewitched me body and soul and I love, I love, I love you. I never wish to be parted from you from this day on.” –Mr. Darcy, Pride and Prejudice.

“You should be kissed and often, and by someone who knows how.” Rhett Butler, Gone With The Wind.

“Once upon a time there was a boy who loved a girl, and her laughter was a question he wanted to spend his whole life answering.” –Nicole Krauss, The History of Love.

“The half life of love is forever.” –Junot Diaz, This Is How You Lose Her.

“It frightened him to think what must have gone into the making of her eyes.” –Edith Wharton, The Age of Innocence.